| Title: Of Past and Present Author: Kitsune Spirit Warnings: bit of violence, anger, swearing, religion bashing, small angst Part 4 ~Tokyo~ As Zesian had guessed Hawiga was angry with him. More so than he had first thought. Although he had the statue, he was enraged one of his men would leave his service to save the life of a simple priest. He didn�t understand that Zesian had wanted to leave before, and more importantly because of him though Zesian would never reveal that to him� He liked living. In a rage of anger, Hawiga hit Zesian across the face, blood spewing from the mouth as his head snapped back. He was knocked to the floor from the unprepared force of it and found himself glaring up at Hawiga with unblinking eyes, a katana at his throat and a maniacal gleam in Hawiga�s eyes. �You think you can just leave because of some fucked up religious cunt?� Hawiga screamed. He had no respect for religion or the men who served it. It was the priests� moan that brought Hawiga back to reality sheathing the sword he turned his back on Zesian, moving to where the priest lay. Bending down to peer closely, Hawiga kicked the priest in the face, earning him a satisfying whimper when his boot connected, granting him with a spurt of blood, he sneered down and kicked again. The snapping of ribs made him smile, his delighted laughter filled the cold dimly lit room. Appearing satisfied, Hawiga turned back to Zesian sitting down at his large oak paneled desk. He glared, silence passing for some moments with the whimpering of the priest interrupting the silence before Hawiga spoke again. �I don�t know why you are willing to give up everything you have for that priest,� the last word spat full of venom. �But you are, and though it will be a loss to lose someone as�� he paused as if thinking of something to say, his gaze flowing over Zesian�s body his eyes dark with lust ��. Good a merc as yourself,� he finished, removing his glasses to polish them. �But I cannot keep you here, however, you know the risk of leaving us�and you have such a�pretty voice to�such a shame to lose it�. But�we all know the rules here.� Placing the glasses back on he smiled at Zesians nod. �Well then my boy, I best get my men in, only the best for someone so lovely, we wouldn�t want to ruin anything else of you now, ne?� Hawiga�s voice dripped with desire, bringing the bile to Zesian�s throat. He swallowed tightly to hold it back. �Hai,� Zesian replied, moving to try and stand, his face throbbing as he moved. �Wait here my boy and they�ll come get you, and shut that �thing� up before I slit its god preaching throat.� With one final glare to the whimpering priest in the corner Hawiga left the room. Alone, Zesian stood on wobbly feet scrambling over to the priest. He appeared to be in more pain, the arm even worse and ribs now broken, more blood seeping into his long amber hair. Ripping the cuff of his shirt away, Zesian removed what blood he could, only stopping as four men entered the room. He nodded to them and stood. �Make sure no one touches him,� Zesian said with a glare and aggression to his voice, his hand resting dangerously on the hilt of his katana. The others nodded, not wanting any part of the man and escorted him away. The labs were brightly lit, white and smelling of death. Nearby Zesian heard a scream and realized it was his own. He finally realized the extent of his actions, and for the first real time in years he knew what fear was. |